DVC Jen
Wigs out even the biggest circus freaks.
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We are making cookies - me, Ian, Kylie, Emily and Ian's Mom.
They are fighting over measuring cups, hot pads what temp to put the oven at - no one can find anythign even though everythign they need is sitting out on the counters. The counters and floor are now covered in a fine dusting of flour and powdered sugar. My mother in law is eating cookies faster than she is making them - claiming she is only eating the imperfect ones.
Emily keeps putting rap on to get a reaction out of the Grandmother whom is harping on Ian to stop eating while she stuffs yet another large hunk of bread into her mouth as she reminds us once more her pot is void of tea.
Half the lights on our prelit 10 ft tree have burnt out, Em may have a skin staff infection, Ian has a sinus infection. The doc put me on water pills which makes me have to pee every 15 minutes and a tree root has grown into our sewer line once again creating the sewer to back up into our bathroom.
Oh - and Ian just said "Eli (one of our dogs), ya want a cookie?" And to that my mother in law replied, "No."
So right now I am hiding in my bedroom with a cup of "happy" laced coffee seriously wondering how I can escape and the thought of grabbing my camera and running came to my mind.
Anyone else seriously feeling the same way about now?
They are fighting over measuring cups, hot pads what temp to put the oven at - no one can find anythign even though everythign they need is sitting out on the counters. The counters and floor are now covered in a fine dusting of flour and powdered sugar. My mother in law is eating cookies faster than she is making them - claiming she is only eating the imperfect ones.
Emily keeps putting rap on to get a reaction out of the Grandmother whom is harping on Ian to stop eating while she stuffs yet another large hunk of bread into her mouth as she reminds us once more her pot is void of tea.
Half the lights on our prelit 10 ft tree have burnt out, Em may have a skin staff infection, Ian has a sinus infection. The doc put me on water pills which makes me have to pee every 15 minutes and a tree root has grown into our sewer line once again creating the sewer to back up into our bathroom.
Oh - and Ian just said "Eli (one of our dogs), ya want a cookie?" And to that my mother in law replied, "No."
So right now I am hiding in my bedroom with a cup of "happy" laced coffee seriously wondering how I can escape and the thought of grabbing my camera and running came to my mind.
Anyone else seriously feeling the same way about now?